Testi:
Rogers

(by Michael Jackson) Girl, close your eyes, let that Rhythm get into you. Don't try to fight it, there ain't nothing that you can do. Relax your mind

re cozy in your little room The carpet's all paid for, God bless the TV Let's go shoot a hole in the moon And Roy Rogers is riding tonight Returning

I don't wanna talk about it anymore I think we're gonna make it I think we're gonna save it yeah So don't you try and fake it anymore Buck Rogers - Buck Rogers

I keep kush like a Californin That loud pak stankin like a bag a funyuns That Loud pak have a nigga missin money That strong purp I gets Royce to pawn

You won?t believe where I was today Something made my car go a different way Before I knew it I was back in time at our old address Sitting in the drive

When my home is, so far away; And I miss you, so bad it hurts; When I feel like, I?ve lost my way; I know where to go to quench my thirst; Chorus Back

(feat. Don Henley) There's a back road leadin' off the hard-top Half-a-mile past the slingshot tree Wanders round through a million mem'ries It's callin

I can chop wood from dusk till dawn I can swing a hammer till the daylight's gone I can build a barn, I can make a home with these two hands But if I

Well, a hammer fell down on a .44 Primer And that was one less problem in South Carolina tonight Wrong or right She just looked to me as she finished